The real answer is, at work, as always. But the underlying answer is hatching a new chicken. It's an old chicken, but still. For those not in the know, the offspring are known as chickens: Oldest, Middle, and Baby. While they were growing, I hatched another to keep me sane. The year is 1995. I… Continue reading Where Have You Been?
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Poor Boys…
Driving downtown is made more difficult by merging lanes at an exit. Taking turns, just like kindergarten-one from your lane, one from mine. Inch forward. A red BMW swoops ahead, and the guy in the car shakes his head "no" in my direction. Excuse me, sir? Call him a few names as a lady is… Continue reading Poor Boys…
Pickleball Tried To Kill Me…
While it is true you will never find this girl in a gym, I do admit to swimming, walking and I was a tennis girl for about twenty years. While those halcyon days at the club are gone, I do still walk around. Just the other day I went to the Railroad Park with GrandBears… Continue reading Pickleball Tried To Kill Me…
New Year Guidelines…
Can refusing to make resolutions free us from failure in the new year? What would happen if we let the year unfold willy-nilly and toss us around however it wishes? Would our lives look any different? My best laid plans never included widowhood, cancer and Skittish Tabby as my bestie. Well, that last part may… Continue reading New Year Guidelines…
Finally Grown Into My Pearls…
My grandmothers were pearl girls. My Grammie gave me my first strand when I was five, a graduated string with the largest in the middle and one added each year as I grew. She was straitlaced, knew the rules and liked them, and cooked three meals a day every day of her life. My Granna,… Continue reading Finally Grown Into My Pearls…
Lessons From My Mother…
My mother was adventurous. Me, not so much. It bothered her deeply that I developed a distaste for camping, non made-up faces and informality at a dinner parties. A good portion of my childhood was spent in the woods amidst my mother's attempts to make me stronger. This included camping. In a tent. Away from… Continue reading Lessons From My Mother…
Blame The Thighs…
Writing suffers in the time of Coronavirus. Unlike Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Love In The Time Of Cholera, I don't become more determined, undeterred by obstacle. I blame my thighs. Thigh growth and spread engulfs all in its path leaving little couch room for even Skittish Tabby. He looks at them, eyebrow raised, "What the… Continue reading Blame The Thighs…
Lazy Takes On A New Level…
I have been known to wrangle the remote with whatever is nearby. My first and second toe have amazing grasping ability. I turn my couch cushions every week to fool visitors into thinking there's not a permanent butt indention. Lazy has never had anything on me. My spirit animal is the sloth. If I could… Continue reading Lazy Takes On A New Level…
Thoughts From The Shower…
Reddit, that arbiter of all things Internet has a sub called, "Shower Thoughts." As a bath girl my first reaction was, "Who knew?" Not that I've never had profound hit me in the face in the shower, I've just never thought to collect them. And most of the time, they involve published books so there's… Continue reading Thoughts From The Shower…
Who Does The Heavy Lifting?…
Some days it's about the heavy lifting. Guys and chicks are not the same. Argue all you like but girls rarely belch the alphabet and guys generally don't wear thongs, regardless of worries over panty lines. Hauling the Christmas tree from the garage and a new license plate bring it home. I jostle and lift… Continue reading Who Does The Heavy Lifting?…
The Duchess Diaries 